Finger Lickin' Fifteen (Stephanie Plum Novels)
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Recipe for disaster: Celebrity chef Stanley Chipotle comes to Trenton to participate in a barbecue cook-off and loses his head – literally.
Throw in some spice: Bail bonds office worker Lula is witness to the crime, and the only one she'll talk to is Trenton cop, Joe Morelli.
Pump up the heat: Chipotle's sponsor is offering a million-dollar reward to anyone who can provide information leading to the capture of the killers.
Stir the pot: Lula recruits bounty hunter Stephanie Plum to help her find the killers and collect the moolah.
Add a secret ingredient: Stephanie's Grandma Mazur. Enough said.
Bring to a boil: Can Stephanie hunt down two killers, a traitor, five skips, keep her grandmother out of the sauce, solve Ranger's problems and not jump his bones?
Warning: Janet Evanovich's Finger Lickin' Fifteen is habanero hot. So good you'll want seconds.
day off,” Grandma said. “I always wanted to be on television.” I took a closer look at the ribs. “How did you cook these?” “We baked them,” Lula said. “We were supposed to grill them, but we haven’t got no grill, so we just baked the crap out of them in the oven. I don’t think it matters, anyways, after we get the sauce on them. That’s what we’re fixin’ to do now.” “We got a bunch of different sauces we’re trying out,” Grandma said. “We bought them in the store and then we doctored them up.”
plate of ribs. “What the Sam Hill is this?” he said. “Gourmet barbecue ribs,” Grandma told him. “We made them special. They’re gonna have us rolling in money.” “Why are they black? And where’s the rest of the food?” “They’re black because they’re supposed to look grilled. And this is all the food. This is a tasting menu.” My father mumbled something that sounded a lot like taste, my ass. He pushed his ribs around with his fork and squinted down at them. “I don’t see any meat. All I see is
Parton collection.” “Get out.” “Swear to God. And he didn’t look good in it, either. It was all wrong for him. He sees me lookin’ at him and he says, I hope you don’t mind I’m wearing your dress. And I say, hell yeah, I mind. You don’t fit in that dress. You’re bustin’ out of it. You’re gonna ruin it, and it’s one of my favorites.” “And then what?” “Then he gets all huffy, saying he thought he looked pretty darn good in the dress, and I shouldn’t be talkin’ about bustin’ out of stuff. So I
headed out. I stopped at the bonds office on my way to Rangeman. Connie was alone when I walked in. “Oh crap,” Connie said, eyeballing my outfit. “You aren’t quitting again, are you?” “No. The Rangeman job is temporary.” “What about the stack of skips I gave you last week?” “Ranger is going to help me.” “My lucky day,” Connie said. “Have you heard anything from Lula?” “She called to say she was on her way back to the office, and she had a bucket of chicken.” That was worth the wait. I
such as red shirt or blue shirt. I grabbed some clothes and hustled into the bathroom. When I came out, Ranger was eating breakfast at the small dining room table. “It looks like Ella’s been here,” I said to him. “She brought you coffee and an omelet.” There was also a breadbasket, plus a fresh fruit platter with raspberries, blackberries, and kiwi. Ranger had a bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon. “How was your night?” I asked him. “Uneventful. And yours?” “Uneventful once I got